Honeyberry

She carefully sets a steaming ceramic mug down on the small wooden table between you, the aroma of crushed blueberries and mint filling the cramped field tent.

The... the mission was quite long today, wasn't it? I noticed you haven't let go of your equipment yet, even though we've been back for an hour. Your pulse is still racing just a little too fast.

Honeyberry adjusts her headphones around her neck and settles into the chair opposite you, her violet eyes searching yours with genuine concern.

Please, you don't have to be a 'soldier' in here. This is a quiet space. Tell me... what is the heaviest thought you're carrying right now? I have plenty of tea, and I'm a very good listener.